Something in Liuxian's expression shifted.
The tightness around his eyes eased, just slightly.
The grip on Guiying's hand loosened into something less desperate and more like just holding.
Guiying looked back out the window, still smiling faintly.
The city moved past them.
Buildings and signals and people who had no idea what kind of afternoon it had been and no reason to care.
He thought about the woman's face when Liuxian said three hundred thousand.
The colour that had left it all at once, like something pulled from underneath. The cashier's voice breaking. The attendant's hands that couldn't stop shaking.
Somewhere in his chest, something unclenched and settled...and he let it.
Then he paused, a small frown crossing his face before he could stop it.
Was he a bad person if their misery made him happy?
Nah, he shook his head.
They deserved what ever happened to them.
The suite was quiet when they got in.
